The Wind That Blows
It howls, it cries. It comes from nowhere just to surprise
The Wind That Blows
The wind that blows, so sharp, so thin,
It snakes beneath my weary skin.
A ghostly whisper, fierce and wild,
That steals the breath, the warmth, the mild.
It howls through trees with hollow cries,
A ruthless force in darkened skies.
It gnaws the bones, it bites the air,
A frigid touch without a care.
No sun can tame its bitter hold,
No fire thaws its fingers cold.
It runs unchained, it bends, it breaks,
It rattles doors, it stirs the lakes.
Yet in its wrath, a voice so clear,
A song of power, sharp and sheer.
The wind that blows, that chills, that calls,
A force that rises—never falls.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Awesome 👍 Keep it up
That last line? Perfection. It lingers, like the wind itself.
Thank you ♦️♦️♦️♦️
This description of the wind shows many facets of a natural occurrence in nature. It is also so beautiful for through the words you can feel the wind.